Monday, March 7

Tiada Satu Setan pun Yang Tahu

Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berziarah ke mekkah,
Aada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berjudi di wiraza,
Ttapi aku ingin menghabiskan waktu ku disisi mu sayang ku….
Bicara tentang anjing-anjing kita yang nakal dan lucu
Atau tentang bunga-bunga yang manis di lembah mandala wangi

Ada serdadu-serdadu Amerika yang mati kena bom di danang
Ada bayi-bayi yang lapar di Biafra
Tapi aku ingin mati disisi mu manisku

Setelah kita bosan hidup dan terus bertanya-tanya
Tentang tujuan hidup yang tidak satu setan pun tahu
Mari sini sayangngku
Kalian yang pernah mesra Yang pernah baik dan simpati padaku
Tegaklah ke langit luas Atau awan yang menang

Kita tak pernah menanamkan apa-apa
Kita takkan pernah kehilangan apa-apa

Nasib terbaik adalah tidak pernah dilahir
Yang kedua dilahirkan tapi mati muda
Dan yang tersial adalah berumur tua

Berbahagialah mereka yang mati muda
Mahluk kecil kembalilah dari tiada ke tiada
Berbahagialah dalam ketiadaanmu

I found this poem randomly. No, I believe God lead me to this inspiring yet romantics poem. This is the last poem written by Soe Hok Gie. In fact, his diary was published titled Soe Hok-Gie: Diary of a Young Indonesian Intellectual by Dr John Maxwell in 1997. Can you believe that? It is only his diary. What is in your diary then?

A little bit on his biography taken from Wiki. His work become the one of motivation for the country under the cruelty of the leader. In his time, he becomes the activist under the regime of Indonesia's founding father Sukarno, which was characterised with conflict between the military and the Indonesian Communist Party (PKI).However, Soe and his friends insisted that they were politically neutral; I love this part. As much as Soe has respect for Sukarno as Indonesia's founding father, Soe detested Sukarno's dictatorship which caused the poor and the oppressed to suffer. Soe was well aware of the social inequality, power abuse, and corruption under the government of Sukarno, and courageously spoke out against it in discussion groups, student unions, and wrote sharp criticisms in the media.

He believes in this , which is quoted by himself "It is better to be singled out than to surrender to hypocrisy”.
but from my personal favorite from him is

“Saya tidak mahu menjadi pohon bambu, saya mahu jadi pohon oak yang berani menentang angin”

Remember the last poem he wrote above :

“ Nasib terbaik adalah tidak pernah dilahir
Yang kedua dilahirkan tapi mati muda
Dan yang tersial adalah berumur tua "

He died at such a young age, 27 years old. God granted his dream.

*goosebump*